"As Lothaire lifted the lid with a sense of dread, Nix murmured, "Hint: it's the middle one." Elizabeth's fragile finger.Seeing it severed like this brought on a visceral reaction--pain shooting through his own hand, radiating throughout his regenerated heart. He closed the lid with a swallow, sentimentally pocketing the package. "You gave her your heart, and she gave you the bird." Nix sighed. "Songs will be written about this."